There's something different going on up there A piece of silence within Helpless stranger looking out to understand What it means to be real Ahead: The life we always dreamed in But life is not what you expect So tempting, but nothing never happens And nothing feels the same I lucked out again Screw me: I like it! Screw me: I like it! If nothing's to it then what's happening? Shape-shifted finite ending Hapless-scratcher looking past the wounded trash By what means to conceal Upheld: A life of tired dream-years But lines reverses all respect So empty, but somethings never simple The vicious cut remains All senses and blame Screw me: I like it! Screw me: I like it!